Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Burnt to a Crisp

I just spent seven days at sea with my kids on a Mexican Cruise for spring break.

Seven days of non-stop interaction with my kids and seven nights of sleeping together in a tiny room while sharing a small bed with a child who expands to three times her natural size.

Seven days of "Are we going swimming right now?" "Can I go to the arcade?" and "Can I have ice cream?"

Seven days without babysitting and one child's daily whine, "I don't want to go to the kid's club!"

Seven days in the hot Mexican Sun slathering sunscreen on each child head to toe and ear to ear, but missing key parts of my own body necessitating the use of an entire bottle of aloe vera.

Twenty one meals PLUS seven snacks shared with my kids who ate with their fingers, talked with their mouths open and kicked each other under the table.

Seven days of "I'm SO SAAAAAD!!!!! We have to go home in 6 days, 5 days, 4 days, 3 days.." .and so on and so on and so on...

We climbed rock walls, we swam, we ice skated, we played video games, we sang, we ate and I spent seven days washing swim suits in a tiny sink and trying to get the previous night's face painting off their pajamas.

2 comments:

Oh, wow. My husband keeps wanting to go on "vacations" with out son, and I keep denying him, as I know how hard it will be. "Vacation" is subjective. I'm sure your kids loved every minute of it, though.